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Writing Portfolio

RDG 3336
Spring, 2016
Charly Holik


 

 

Table of Contents

1.Heart Map
2. 3 Poems about Writing
3.Writing Triangles
4.Small Moment
5.Scaffolded Text
6.Published Informational
7. Narrative
8. Argument
9.Six Word Memoir
10.Revised Text


 

 
 
 
 
  Heart
 Map-­‐
 2/6/2016
 

 

12


 
 
 
 
  Poems about Writing
2/10/2016
 
Diamante Poem:
HaHiku Poem: Letters
Writing
I write them to you,
Inspired, Productive I want our grandchildren to,

Creating, Journaling, Publishing Read of love that’s true

Pouring out my world, Jumping into your world
 
 

Interpreting, Comprehending, Analyzing
 

Inspired, Productive

Reading

Acrostic Poem:

WRITING!

Writing, writing, hoW dreadful it can be,
1000 words exactly, no fReedom for me.
ForcIng my heart to write,
It keeps me up aT night.

But with freedom comes creatIvity, I let my heart sing.
I pour out my story and let my words riNg.
Telling about my hiGhs, my lows, all about me.

Writing, writing, what fun it can be!

 
 
  Writing
 Triangles
 
2/10/2016
 

My puppy
I have a one-year-old border collie named Baxter.
I got him when he was just a baby in the most unexpected way.
One day I got a call from my littlest brother that my mom had brought a
puppy home that she found on her mail route who had been abandoned and
SHOT. In curiosity, I drove out to my mom’s house and soon met MY little

baby.

My brothers
I have three brothers that I love dearly.

My two baby brothers are adopted.
The day my parents told them they are adopted I was fearful of the worst
and was hysterical, but they were happy and thought I was crying because

mom and dad did not pick me out like they were “picked out.” J

My [perfect] college job
I work at Southland Frame Center.

It just fell into my lap.
One day I got a call from my high school secretary saying I had been
recommended for a part time job and the next day I was hired on the spot!

 
 
  Small
 Moment
 
 
2/17/2016
 

Did I Make It?
I had told myself over and over again that if I didn’t make it, it wouldn’t be that big of a deal. I had even convinced myself it
wasn’t a big deal at all. “You’re just a freshman,” I had assured myself. But then the moment of truth came. Mrs. Dierschke opened
the door and slowly walked in. She began gently placing an envelope in front of each girl. She spoke to us with sincerity in her voice,
but my mind was so preoccupied I could not make out a single thing she was saying. I could feel the sweat accumulating in my hands
even as my teeth chattered and my legs shook while the cold temperature in the room and the nervous state of my mind collided. The
smell of sweat, hairspray, and spray glitter was distinct and over welling.
As Mrs. Dierschke started my direction, I tried to hide my goose bump covered legs under the desk and nonchalantly blew into
my hands to try to dry the sweat. She got closer and closer, handing out envelopes on her way. Soon she was right in front of me, she
smiled softly, set down an envelope that simply read “Charly” and continued down the row. At first I didn’t want to look at the
envelope, fearing that I might see through it to the inside. Then, almost instantly I couldn’t look away. Surely if I looked hard enough I
could make out enough of the unknown verdict to know if I had made it. If I hadn’t, it would cushion the blow I told myself.
Seconds later, Mrs. Dierschke began to talk again I still wasn’t following what she was saying but I assume she told us to open
our envelopes because everyone began to. So I did too. I slowly untapped my envelope as if I wasn’t eager to see what was inside. I
soon pulled out a bright yellow mega phone cut out that read, “Congratulations, you made it!” and I knew all my hard work had paid
off. I was a varsity cheerleader!

 
 
  Scaffolded
 Text
 
2/17/2016
 

Fortunately

Fortunately, one Sunday morning I woke up. Unfortunately, it took a long time just to get my phone number.

Unfortunately, I woke up late. Fortunately, he was patient.

Fortunately, I could still make it to a later service at church. Unfortunately, I didn’t want to date him.

Unfortunately, I had never gone to that service. Fortunately, he kept perusing me.

Fortunately, there was an open seat for me. Unfortunately, I friend-zoned him.

Unfortunately, it was in the very back. Fortunately, he was determined to get a chance.

Fortunately, a boy named Brady saw me through the crowd. Unfortunately, we were just friends for a long time.

Unfortunately, he had to leave early for work. Fortunately, that is just the beginning of our story…

Fortunately, I caught his eye and his attention.

Unfortunately, I didn’t know him.

Fortunately, he was determined to know me.

Unfortunately, he didn’t know how.

Fortunately, he remembered he knew a friend of mine.

 
 
 
  Informational
 Text
 (Published)
 

  4/25/2016
 

How to Wash a Puppy in 7 [sorta] Simple Steps

Written by: Charly Holik & Pictures by: Brady Clark

 
 
 
  Informational
 Text
 (Published)
 

  4/25/2016
 

Step 1: Get a puppy.

He can be tall or small. He can be big or like to dig. He can be furry and
round and make lots of sound. He can even be a SHE. She can have

pigtails and bows and look as cute as can be. She can chew on your shoe
or pee on your Wii. But the important thing is that he or she is a puppy,

your puppy and has found a new HOME and won’t have to roam.

These pictures are from the day my mom found Baby Bax on April 25, 2015.

 
 
 
  Informational
 Text
 (Published)
 

  4/25/2016
 

Step 2: Play in the mud.

This step is for your puppy but you can join too. Either way, your pup
can do it with or without help from you. With a water hose, or rain
drops, or even the water bowl make the gooiest, messiest, smelliest,
dirtiest, muddiest mud you can. I promise, your pup will be a BIG fan.
Then you can make mud angels and have mud ball fights. If you get
hungry, have a mud pie and be careful in case your little pup bites.

 
 
 
  Informational
 Text
 (Published)
 

  4/25/2016
 

Step 3: Draw the bath water.

While your pup is still outside, start the bath water. Don’t get it too hot
or too cold. Please, do what you’ve been told. Don’t get too much or too
little. You want it right in the middle. And when it is just right STOP,

not another drop.

 
 
 
  Informational
 Text
 (Published)
 

  4/25/2016
 

Step 4: Get the shampoo and a towel (or three!).

If you have puppy shampoo than you’re in luck. If not, then jump in your
truck. Drive to the store. Sniff out the beest smelling puppy shampoo
and don’t forget to pay before you walk out the door. Drive straight
home, there is no time to roam! Then get a towel, or two, maybe even
three. And get ready…

 
 
 
  Informational
 Text
 (Published)
 

  4/25/2016
 

Step 5: Put your puppy into the bath.

This is the toughest, roughest, hardest step yet. You may think your
puppy is just a small, innocent little pet. But let me warn you at the
sight of that tub, your pup will be fast, and strong, and WILD. You just
thought he was mild. He might show his teeth and bark or refuse and
firmly park. But you can do it, just brainstorm on what to do or get. You
might have to pick him up or lure him in with his favorite toy. But once

he is in be sure to say, What a GOOD BOY!”

 
 
 
  Informational
 Text
 (Published)
 

  4/25/2016
 

Step 6: Bathe your pup.

Open the shampoo and get to work. Scrub behind the ears and between
the toes. Don’t forget his little nose. Clean his tummy, back, and neck.

By this point, he
may be having so
much fun he will
give you a peck. Rub
and scrub all over.
Then rinse. Rinse
him until every soap
sud and piece of
mud are good and
gone. Make sure he
looks like a million
bucks and smells like a field of flowers, unless of course you’re allergic

to flowers.

 
 
 
  Informational
 Text
 (Published)
 

  4/25/2016
 

Step 7: Dry off your pup!

Now your pup is clean, the prettiest you’ve ever seen.
But you’ve still got a big step, because if you haven’t

noticed, he is soaking WET. He is dripping and
splashing, but hopefully not dashing. Towels, that’s
what you need here. So scrub and rub, get his ears so
he can hear. Get his tail so he won’t watercolor your
walls. Once you think he is good and dry, let him out

to play with his toy ropes, frisbees, and balls.

Now he is a clean and dry puppy, it is true. And he
is your best friend, too!

 
 
 
  Informational
 Text
 (Published)
 

  4/25/2016
 

BONUS STEP: Now, clean the bathroom—it WILL need it.


 
 

 
 
 
  Informational
 Text
 (Published)
 

  4/25/2016
 
About Bax:

Baxter was found on the side of the road outside of town near San Angelo while
my mom was delivering mail in April of 2015. He was about 3 or 4 months old and had
been abandoned and shot in the foot. My boyfriend, Brady, quickly adopted the sweet
pup and named him Baxter Jones Clark. Bax healed up quickly and completely and now
he runs and plays like other puppies. He is, however, extraordinarily silly and
uncoordinated. We celebrated Baby Bax’s [pretend] 1st birthday in December. Baxter
lives at my house and is the most well behaved puppy and doesn’t let me take things
too seriously. He likes to play with dogs, chase squirrels, and loves company, especially
girls! He loves cheese, belly rubs, and playing in the mud. Which always leads to
baths, which he does not enjoy but he is a trooper. J

 
  Narrative
 Text
 
3/21/2016
 
Back in Texas

“Mr. Anderson, please take your pills,” said the nurse in a soft yet impatient voice.

“You make me take these darned pills 3 times a day,” remarked, the light-haired elderly man. “I still can’t believe my sisters

sent me up here to this place. California of all places! I just wanna be back home. I wanna walk outside and be surrounded by pastures.

I wanna see deer, bigger than you have ever seen. I wanna shoot me a deer, a deer big as they come.”

“I understand, Mr. Anderson. Maybe you can visit Texas with your sisters some time,” suggested the nurse as she exited the

room.

Mr. Anderson sat there in the middle of the retirement home lobby for the next twenty minutes just pondering the thought of

visiting Texas. Then, suddenly, he knew what he was going to do. He was going to visit Texas, but not with his sisters. After all, they

moved up here to California for a reason. He knew they wouldn’t enjoy Texas as much as him. Now, he knew he needed to escape,

but the big question was how?

Mr. Anderson thought day and night, playing many different scenarios through his head but all of his ideas hit a snag. Right

before bed two nights later, when he was just about certain he would spend the rest of his life within the walls of this retirement home,

he had an epiphany. He knew how he would do it, and there was no time to waste.

He was going to escape the next day, bright and early. See, the next morning would be Thursday morning, the day the “active”

residents of the home went on a power walk. Mr. Anderson wasn’t one of the “active” residents but he was confident he could “power

walk” circles around all those Californians.

 
  Narrative
 Text
 
3/21/2016
 

The next morning dawned bright and early and Mr. Anderson got on his favorite shirt and put all the money he could scrape up
around his room in his pocket and joined the power walkers outside the retirement home.

Twenty or so minutes into the walk, about the time all the power walkers were starting to get the slightest bit of sweat on their
foreheads, Mr. Anderson in a soft voice said, “I’ll be back soon, I’m going to the head to the restroom,” to the group of residents. He
walked at a pace quicker than any of the power walkers in the direction of the restroom until he was out of view and within a blink of
an eye Mr. Anderson was on the next bus straight to the Southern California Airport, to see about getting himself home to Texas.

From the airport, he caught the earliest flight he could to the DFW airport and from there he called up his long time running
buddy, Jerry Clark. Jerry gave him a ride back to their tiny hometown of Littleville, where they wasted the evening away at the local
diner reminiscing and retelling the stories of their glory days in good ole Texas.


 

  Argumentative Essay
4/4/2016

 

Why Gun-Free Zones Are Actually More Dangerous

This seems like it could be a good law if everyone followed the law. To get rid of gun violence then lets just make this place a “gun-

free zone!” However, I have never personally seen a sign jump out and stop a criminal from bringing a gun into its territory. Gun-free zones

do not inhibit lawbreakers from carrying a gun because law breakers tend to break the law. Gun Free Zones do, however, inhibit law-

abiding citizens the right to protect themselves.

Would you be surprised if I told you that ninety-two percent of all mass shootings actually happen in Gun Free Zones? Well,

according to the Crime Prevention Research Center (CPRC), from 2009 to 2014 that statistic is indeed true. Which makes sense because,

unfortunately, not everyone is a law-abiding citizen and it is just plane idiotic to think that everyone is. You can go back all throughout

history and you will always find criminals, so why would that just automatically stop during this generation? I can assure that a sign telling

criminals that there are no guns in this area will not scare them; it will more than likely spur them into action.

According to Ken Blackwell of the Washington Post, “Mass shootings are committed by mentally ill people to achieve a form of

immortality, or by political zealots to terrorize the public.” This is not just an opinion of his however; it is a fact. No normal human being

would grab a gun and start shooting random people but we are not dealing with normal people in these situations. Just take the movie

theatre incident in Aurora, Colorado. The man who committed this horrendous crime was not in his right mind but he did know enough to

pass “seven more-nearby theaters playing the movie to launch his attack at the one theater identified as a ‘gun-free zone’” according to Ken

 
Argumentative Essay
4/4/2016

Blackwell. It is safe to conclude that gun-free zones are not a safe place for good citizens, instead they are the most dangerous and most

welcoming for tragic acts of violence.

  Argumentative Essay
Works Cited 4/4/2016

Blackwell, K. (n.d.). Ban gun-free zones. Retrieved April 04, 2016, from http://www.washingtontimes.com/news/2015/oct/7/ken-

blackwell-ban-gun-free-zones/

Brown, T. (2015). Since 2009, 92 Percent of Mass Shootings Have Occurred in Gun-Free Zones - Freedom Outpost. Retrieved April 04,
2016, from http://freedomoutpost.com/since-2009-92-percent-of-mass-shootings-have-occurred-in-gun-free-zones/

 
 
 
 
  Six
 Word
 Memoir
 
 
4/11/2016
 

To LOVE God,
to LOVE people

 
 
 
 
 

 

 
 
 
 
 


 
The
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